Somewhere, far from here
Cherries are blooming,
The spirit of a samurai still repeats
The last Haiku written
At season’s end, that year.
Somewhere, not here, the cherries blossom
Still, I smell them, over here.
My window, the landscape’s frame.
In a corner, a pale moon sheds a soft light,
A soft kiss,
On the belly of the brook.
It swims, there, flat on its back and slowly moves;
The current is Time.
A season delicate as a frail wing,
As a sole petal in the wind.
Silently, Life has formed
In secret darkness,
Today it pushes away the dirt, breaks the cocoon,
The slumber of the bear ends.
A new life awakes from an old death.
Like them I wait in this darkness
For the last rain to wash away
The color of winter on my heart.
Earth swells with the smell of all that waits to sprout.
And a dream still clings, stains the skin of my life;
Someday it will wake into Light.
Far away the cherries bloom I am sure
With closed eyes I smell them here
And it is thus that I still believe
In the beauty of my dream.
Calm and peaceful.. this poem took me to a beautiful place, so calm, as soft as a lover's touch at sunset, as peaceful as a nap between the lover's arms.. Rare those writings that gives me this mood and take me to wonderful places where i can fly and dream, close my eyes and meditate, but most of your writings do! I love what u write, as soon as i knew you write something i run to it, as a child run to his new gift. Write more, write more...
ReplyDeleteDany...it s a smile that starts slow at the corner of lips and becomes wider and wider to light the whole face, the whole day...that s how ur comment is:) thank you!
ReplyDeleteand Maeiva strikes again,
ReplyDeletethis time with words aimed to hit the heart.
Silently i read and silently i remembered wounds i thought they were healed by time,
but most of all i still managed to smile when i reached the last two lines.
I am waiting for an Arabic poem...
Pascal, thank u again and again:D I am happy you had a smile by its end. will give arabic poems a try, or maybe cheat and post an old poem :D but u gota promise not to regret asking that :P
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